This is a short part because I'll be updating again tonight. I've been contemplating ending the SS in the next part, or I might add a couple more parts. Don't know as of yet...
Forgotten
Part Four
My dressing room. That was the only place where I could let my feelings out.
With the door locked and sitting all alone, I let out whatever I had held in for five years.
I was strong, but not as strong as I made myself out to be. It was hard to maintain my composure for so long.
I silently sobbed into my hands while sitting in front of the mirror. It wasn't until there was a knock at my door that I managed to compose myself.
"C…come in!"
I quickly wiped at my tears.
"I don't normally knock, but since you're a girl…"
I turned to see RK standing in the doorway of my dressing room. I knew he had a reason to come see me. I just didn't know if I could handle what he had planned at such a time.
I took a quick look at myself in the mirror and sighed as I saw the puffiness of my eyes. I tried my best not to look him in the eyes for too long as I got out of my seat and approached him.
"Can I help you RK?"
"I've come to tell you that you have to quit the film."
"What makes you think I'll do that?"
"I'm RK. No one messes with me."
"Well, this junglibilli doesn't plan on backing down anytime soon, so don't waste your time."
"What did you call yourself?"
"Junglibilli?"
He stared at me, with a confused expression on his face. So I snapped my fingers.
"What's up with you?"
"Nothing. You need to leave. Now."
"Too bad RK. I'm here to stay."
"Are you married?"
Did he just ask what I think he did?
"What?"
"You heard me. Are you married?"
"I…I…don't know."
"What kind of stupid answer was that?"
"I mean yes. I am, but I don't live with him anymore."
"He probably left you because of your attitude. Now why don't you quit your crying and leave before I make you cry more."
"That's not why I was crying Mr. Rishabh Kundra."
"Then why?"
"I just remembered him…the way he used to call me 'Biwi', the way he'd gently caress the side of my face, the way he'd enact the role of Seemaji in Mr. India and make fun of me as Mr. India…the way he…used to kiss me softly…"
I got carried away.
I didn't even notice the swaying RK in front of me until He put his hand against the wall to stable himself.
I put a hand out to help him, but had to withdraw before he could see. There wasn't much I could do as I watched him holding his head. So I spoke to him from afar.
"Are…you okay?"
"I need water…N…now!"
I quickly grabbed a glass of water and handed it to him.
I watched as he took it down quickly. He placed the glass on my side table and then slowly took a couple deep breaths.
"Is there anything else I can do?"
It took him a minute, but eventually he looked up in my direction.
"There is. Leave this film."
Itti Si Khushi Sab TV
